Hi peeps! It’s the 103rd week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.

Today’s theme is…

A VERY SEXY TIME

Here’s seven from MADE FOR HER, an erotic sci-fi romance about clones and one of my favorite stories.

Set-up: Mikayla is attracted to Dare, especially since he reminds her of her late husband. But, she is his superior officer, and a clone. On this evening, they have left the flight simulator and Mikayla invites him back to her house. As much as she tries, she cannot deny her desire to be with him.

“Oh God, you’re amazing.”

He grinned. “Wait until I’m fucking you, Colonel Jones.”

Her pussy tightened around his fingers as her moans grew louder.

With each response, he figured out what brought her the most pleasure.

“Dare!”

The walls around his fingers pulsed as her liquid heat drenched them. Removing his digits, he leaned down to taste her. Lapping up her succulent juices, he positioned her legs over his shoulders. He sucked her pink flesh as she squirmed and squealed.

He could savor her for hours. As he plunged his tongue deep inside her, she raised her hips off the couch.

~ About Made For Her ~

After terrorists murder the love of her life, Colonel Mikayla Jones trains squadron after squadron of the clones he brought to life, to take to the skies. When she discovers a young clone of her husband in her newest class, her world spins out of control. How can she command the look-a-like when she can’t help but yearn for him to fill an ache in her heart?

Dare was created to be the best. As the first Daniel clone to leave Onatria labs, he needs to prove he is more than just a DNA copy. To do that, he must rely on the wife of the man who donated his genes. But when she refuses to train him, Dare faces discharge and returning to the labs. Can he convince Colonel Jones to finish his training and find a way into her bed? Or will long kept secrets unhinge the entire clone project?

Top Ten Reasons to love the Wiccan Haus Series

10. Great stories by great authors. With thirteen books and counting by 8 authors and counting you are sure to get a large array of stories as diverse as the authors who right them. Yet all will have the same setting with returning characters.

9. Security: Every one of the security team is large and enough to bring a gal to her knees.

8. Trixie: Deep breathing and yoga is the perfect way to relax.

7. Serena: What island would not be complete with a resident mermaid?

6. Myron: She might not ever be able to find her name tag but this woman is never without her cards and what those cards can tell her keeps the Wiccan Haus running. Besides she is the only one brave enough to tease Rekkus.

5. Sarka Rowan: One of the Dark Ones she isn’t to be crossed but when she cares she will give her life for that person.

4. Cemil Rowan: One of the Light Ones he knows what you are feeling before you do, his empathy rivals his kind heart.

3. Sage Rowan: The Light sister. She works the dirt and its blessing with a thumb so green it brings beauty to the world. She is as kind as she is blessed. With herbs she can cure what ails you.

2. Cyrus Rowan: The Dark brother, the things he has seen has made him target number one for an rogue assassin on the planet. His retrocog abilities have cost him and his family dearly. The island and his best friend Rekkus are the only things keeping him on the side of the good.

1. Rekkus: The head of security and the last of the Black Tiger streak. He is sexy, strong and takes the safety of the Rowans very seriously. And when he finds his mate it will rock her world. Rekkus might not be an official Rowan but blood isn’t the only kind of family.

SHIFTING HEARTS

Book 1 in the Wiccan Haus Series

By Dominique Eastwick

Decadent Publishing

Heat Level 4

ISBN: 978-1-61333-841-4

ASIN: B011T3M5OA

The last of his kind…

Rekkus is the last of the great Black Tiger weres, and he’s happy to stay that way. Working as head of security for the Wiccan Haus, a magical spa for inner healing, he has enough danger to keep him busy. Unfortunately, the Fates are not content with him being comfortable.

Alone and discouraged…

Dana has walked away from everything—her fiancé, family, job, and apartment. A stay at the Wiccan Haus may be the only way she can move on. But what she finds isn’t what she expects, nor is it what she thought she’d been seeking.

If they can open themselves up they might discover that being together can be better than being alone and learn that passion can burn in those who least expect it.

Meet the unusual residents of the Wiccan Haus.

The staff can get a little hairy, and not all of the guests eat what’s served in the dining hall. But the Rowan siblings do what they can to make the resort a place of healing and peace, using all of their years of practice. At the Haus, where humans and paranormals reside side by side, everyone in need of the services are welcome. If some happens to fall in love then all the better.

“It’s not safe for you here with me. I left you alone last night, but, if you stay, I’m not sure I can honor a request to stop a second time.”

“I felt it, too,” she blurted, unable to keep it to herself any longer.

Rekkus moved so fast, she never saw him actually take a step. Strong, wet arms wrapped around her, and her breasts pressed against his chest. His eyes searched hers. He must have seen what he searched for because his lips were on hers with feverous desire before she formed another thought, demanding she open for him. And no part of her considered denying him anything. Butterflies churned in her stomach until she shook. In all the years with Frank, and it had been a great many, she’d never felt this, like fire threatened to engulf her.

Dana wound her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his damp hair and deepening the kiss. His moan allowed her to gather the nerve and strength to urge him forward. He forced her past her comfort zone into accepting the sexy seductress screaming to be let out. She knew what he most desired because she wanted it too. Wanted him, all of him, every naked inch, right there, next to the lake, not even a ten-minute walk from the Haus. Anyone might stumble across them, and she didn’t care. It almost added to the allure of having him. What she needed it to be.

Award winning author Dominique Eastwick currently calls North Carolina home with her husband, two children, one crazy lab, and one lazy cat. Dominique spent much of her early life moving from state to state as a Navy Brat. Because of that traveling is one of her favorite pastimes. When she’s not writing, you can find Dominique with her second love…her camera.

Hi everyone! Jessica was nice enough to let me take over her blog for a day. I have a science fiction romance of my own out in the world—one that I am incredibly excited about—and wanted to share an exclusive excerpt with you!

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About Gemini:

Being one of the Embassy’s glorified treasure-seekers has its perks…
Komandan Uriah Jacobs recovers ancient artifacts in exchange for more than just decent pay; he also receives guaranteed protection from his former owners, the nyx…until an emergency landing on a too-familiar colony brings him face-to-face with his past life and something more—a surprisingly priceless treasure in the form of a human woman.

A slave to the nyx since childhood…
Shadi spends her waking hours in the forge, dreaming of rescuing her brother with the help of a man she once worshipped like a father. A crashed ship on the colony becomes her only hope to escape. But before she can steal the ship, the pilot abducts her. They may be the same species, but will he help her find her Shilah?

Their attraction is undeniable…
Fighting it seems inconsequential as they evade the nyx’s bounty hunter and uncover a conspiracy that shines unwanted light on Shadi’s past and reveals the corruption in Uri’s beloved Embassy, placing their fledgling love in danger.

As the universe systematically falls apart, will Shadi and Uri’s newfound passion be enough to keep them alive?

She stepped out of his touch, regardless of how much she enjoyed it. All of this was too overwhelming, too much at once. “Why did you take me?” she asked.

A steely mask settled over his face, and the hard glint in his eyes unsettled her. “I’ll tell you over dinner.” He paused. “Which will be here any moment.”

Sure enough, a ding came from the front. Admittedly, she couldn’t wait to try actual human food. At this point, the gloop had to be the only thing keeping her going; she’d given up on the hard biscuits years ago.

Uri disappeared and reappeared just as quickly with two containers and bottles of clear liquid. Not gloop. “Chicken noodle,” he said with a sheepish grin. “Does the body and soul good.”

Whatever that meant.

They found a secluded spot with a small table and sat down. “You owe me a story,” she said.

“I do, indeed.” He opened the lid on one of the containers. “Here.”

The soup smelled like salt. She looked at the bits and pieces floating around in the…stuff.

“Try it,” he urged.

She watched him use a small scoop-like utensil to dip into the container and tried to mimic him. For her troubles, she got a bit of liquid and a green thing. Then she took a small sip and her eyes widened at the taste. So much better than rocks.

“What do you think?”

“It’s good.” Not a strong enough word, but the right one escaped her. Or maybe she didn’t know it yet.

He smiled, and she marveled at how bright it was, how perfect his teeth and…well…him. Suddenly, the gray hair seemed out of place.

Mouth full of soup, she nodded. The green things were delicious.

“When I was fourteen, raiders attacked my colony, searching for a mineral deposit rumored to be hidden in our mountains. Once they discovered we had no such mineral deposit, they chose to take what we had an abundance of—humans, which may have been just as profitable, if not more so. A long and bloody standoff ensued, and enough people died to orphan most of the children. These raiders turned out to be human, too.”

A lump formed in her throat. Suddenly without an appetite, she pushed the bowl to the center of the table and waited for him to either confirm or dispel her fears.

The wait seemed endless while her companion mulled over his words. Indecision dulled his eyes. “Tell me it wasn’t him,” she whispered, unable to bear the silence.

He snapped out of his memory. “I can’t. One of our own suggested selling humans, and Ezra Welles agreed. They turned to the slave trade that day. I hoped they’d find the egregiousness of selling their own kind intolerable, but,” he said with a weary sigh, “I see they haven’t.”

“Ezra wanted to stop,” she blurted. “I know he did.” She wiped tears from her cheeks. “He cried for me and Shilah. He loved us. Swore he’d come back.”

“Even so, he proved he loved money more.”

Enough. Shadi pushed back from the table, unapologetic when a bottle spilled. “You didn’t know him.” Then she stood and headed for the door. Maybe it’d be best if he left her behind after all.

His conscience pushed him to pursue her. Danger lurked in every part of Dalara, and anyone who found her wandering the streets may do worse than tell her the truth about a man she adored.

In a flash, he caught up with her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she stopped but didn’t turn around. “I shouldn’t have—”

She whirled around, fire lighting her eyes. Another heartbeat had her raising her fist. In one fluid movement, he pinned her wrists to her sides and pushed her against the wall. And he decided that, yes, even broken, she was beautiful.

“I hate you,” she whispered.

“I don’t blame you.” Whatever he’d gotten himself into, he needed to get himself out—quick—but this girl had already pulled him into her orbit. “Listen to me, Shadi, carefully.” She struggled; he answered by pressing his body flush to hers and she stilled. Mouth next to her ear, he said, “People here will try to hurt you. Hate me all you like, but stay with me until you’re safe.”

Catherine Peace has been telling stories for as long as she could remember. She often blames two things for her forays into speculative fiction—Syfy (when it was SciFi) channel Sundays with her dad and The Island of Dr. Moreau by HG Wells. She graduated in 2008 from Northern Kentucky University with a degree in English and is still chasing the dream of being super rich and famous, mostly so she can sit around in her PJs all day and write stories. When not being a slave to the people in her head, she’s a slave to two adorable dogs.

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For today’s post, I’m going to share an excerpt from THE POWER OF THREE, which I re-released earlier this month. It is a short and hot paranormal menage story, and available for only 99¢!

Bo stood up, letting the pillow fall to the floor. “Like what you see?”

He smiled, taking in the man’s full figure, each rippled muscle, his thick arms, legs, and luscious cock. “Oh, yeah.”

Delayna giggled again, tossing the sheet aside. She spun around as if eager for him to see all she had to offer.

Yet he already knew and was anxious to sample. Oh, to be sandwiched between these two.

Bo scowled, but his betraying shaft stood even straighter. “So, what the hell do we do now? How do we get you back to wherever-the-fuck you’re from?”

An idea formed in his mind, one that would leave him satisfied in so many ways. These two had set him free from his prison of stone gargoyles. Perhaps they could send him back to his sanctuary as well? “A ménage? It was your combined touch that unleashed me in the first place.”

Delayna squeezed between them. If only they could move that position to the bed, against a wall, anywhere.

“Maybe…if he just watches…?” She chewed on her bottom lip, making him yearn for a taste. If her flavor matched her scent, he would sample cherries with every lap of his tongue. Gods, let’s get started.

Bo grabbed her shoulders. “You believe him?”

She nodded. “He appeared out of nowhere. You saw it, too.”

Glancing down at the crumbled statue, Bo sighed.

“It might be exciting to have someone watch us. You always like to try new things.” She stroked his dick then moved to the side, waving Oscar closer. “And maybe you could teach him some of your stellar moves.”

Oscar had been watching long enough to know all the man’s moves. He wanted to experience them for himself, sample every inch of their bodies, but saying so would most likely halt Bo’s evident arousal.

Dropping to her knees, Delayna took her husband’s cock into her mouth.

Oscar moaned, imagining her moist lips circling his own dick. Bo grabbed her hair, thrusting in and out of her mouth. She sucked hard, taking him in all the way to his balls. That-a-girl.

Oscar turned his attention to her rounded backside, wanting to spear her still juicy hole with his straining cock, but would the other man appreciate that yet? Was he ready for a ménage?

Standing up, she nudged her husband onto the bed then crawled on top of him. Oscar groaned, watching the sway of her hips, his erection painful.

~ About THE POWER OF THREE ~

Cursed to live amongst several stone gargoyle statues, Oscar watches a young couple, yearning to participate in their sexual activities. For he has been away from his own lovers for over a year, and longs to touch and be touched again.

When he tumbles off the headboard onto the couple, he is released from the statue but must find a way home. His only thought: a ménage with the man and woman who freed him. But will they try something new to grant him his return passage, or leave him wandering Earth alone?